Monday, July 4, 2011

Damaged goods...

People say that time heals all wounds. This statement is might be true up to a certain degree of injury, but once that threshold is breached time doesn't heal shit. The passage of time finds one still alive perhaps, and living in a culture that is completely paralyzed in a state of primordial horror at the thought of one's own mortality, this is always viewed as a good thing. People in this culture take everything for granted, as if they have all the time in the world. Unconsciously we all know that we are living only on borrowed time, and it could all come to an end without any warning. No, the passage of time finds one covered in horrible scars, missing limbs and losing the functionality of once healthy members. The passage of time leaves one alone and forgotten, discarded once those profiting from your enslavement realize they've tapped out their investment's potential. The passage of time leaves one bitter and resentful, or simply insane.

People fear what they do not understand. People fear even more what they do understand but fight tooth and nail to pretend that they don't. People say that they serve lofty ideals, things like love and commitment and virtue, honestly and courage and loyalty...and it's all bullshit.

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